Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

I’m looking at her like she’s the sunset, and I’m seeing it in color for the very first time. That’s how I’m looking at her.

I’m obsessed with him

“You wanna know what’s not very becoming? Your grandson, coming down the throat of someone who wasn’t his fiancée at his wedding rehearsal.” “You wanna know what’s gonna be-coming? Lennon, after this game, with the six-foot-five Stanley Cup champ.”

I died 🤣